English poet (1816-1902)
May such a calm triumphant course
To sacred souls be given,
That, river-like, though born on earth,
They image only Heaven.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
"To the Trent", The Angel World and Other Poems
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
The Son Eternal smiled; and from his throne
Stretched out the hand of blessing o'er the world;
And blest it was -- forever -- blest it is.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
"The Angel World", The Angel World And Other Poems
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Beauties of Festus